something, not a lot

So I quit drinking. And then I quit caffeine. And something or other has killed my libido so I've all but quit sex. I'm not really sure there's much to live for, in this state. I've quit staying up late. I've mostly quit eating.

I'm supposed to feel better now. The fog of self abuse should lift, and light will cascade down from the sky, and there probably won't be any angels, 'cos angels are *so* overdone...

Chock full of nothing. Days slide by. Tomorrow I'll tell my doctor about this hollow, and he'll give me more/better/different pills.

My pill boxes are amazing. I guess that's something.